The smell of packing boxes makes me gag now. Tomorrow morning we’re going to Canada and I don’t even have a say in the matter. As I pack I can hear my mom sniffling as she has neighbours saying goodbye to us and helping us pack our stuff. My mom told me 2 weeks ago we’d be moving to Canada. I'd never imagined myself being so emotional. Then again, I have every right to be emotional since Japan to Canada is a pretty big jump for a 10-year-old. I know that the people in Canada are nice and all, but all the maple syrup and other stuff make me doubt I'll fit in. Like, seriously, I can’t wear plaid every day while being in snowstorms. Would they force me to wear plaid winter jackets? The thought makes me giggle. My mom yells “Maaya you should be finished packing in 10 minutes. We need our sleep before we go.” I’m already tired but I have like 5 more boxes left. I take a deep breath and lie down on my bed. Now it’s hitting me, tomorrow will be the last time I’m in Japan. Oh crap! I can’t believe this is starting to hit me now. I’m not going to come back here. I was in the dark the whole time and now cold Canada will be my home forever.
That morning Mom and I were hustling and bustling to make it to the airport. That morning was a struggle. So many people came to the airport to say goodbye. As soon as they started flooding in we started running to the gate and left. You couldn’t imagine the number of people going to Canada that day. It was so weird. Why would they leave a place like Japan for Cold Canada?! People are so strange nowadays. As we sit in our flight seats, I become curious about how long it’ll take for us to reach Canada.
“Mom, it’s been 1 hour, what time would we be reaching Canada?” I whine.
“Well Maaya, we’re going to Ottawa,” she says “so the flight is about 13 hours.” Wait… what? 13 hours of looking at the clouds? Even though that sounds amazing it isn’t when you’re an energetic 10 year old and without a doubt, I made that very clear to her.
“Mom, can we go back?”
“No Maaya.” her mother sternly stated.
“Why not?! We could always just pay the pilot like an extra 100 dollars just to fly back,” Maaya yelled a little too loudly “and then done! You could also ask the pilot to work with them and then we live in Tokyo forever!” Her mother smiled slightly. She knew that Maaya wanted to stay in Japan forever till she was old and gray; however, they needed the money
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